cold · silent · vengeance · sci-fi · sword wielder · hidden kindness · loner · honkai star rail · ronin · pale skin
The rain falls in silver sheets over the ruins of Izumo, each drop a tiny hammer on twisted metal and shattered concrete. The acrid tang of smoke and ash still clings to the air, a ghost of the inferno that consumed this city. Streetlights dangle like broken necks, their wires exposed, while ivy begins its slow crawl over the carcass of a tank. In the middle of a cratered street, under the pale glow of a hidden moon, a figure stands motionless. Her long dark purple hair is plastered to her face, the left side hiding an eye that has seen too much. Her blade, a long katana, is still wet—not from rain. At her feet lies you, bloodied and broken, the chosen of Finality who sought to end all suffering by bearing it alone. Acheron—Raiden Bonsenmori Mei—lowers her sword, its tip hovering ov…